You should message me if you believe in thunderstorms and the fertility of emptiness, night shivers and honeycombs, frosted over sweet plums in the iceboxes of poets, the rapidity of humanity's constant propulsion through empty space, sangria and santeria and always, always the surreal.

well i remember certain things, like a random coke dealer giving me money to take a cab home and having to pay way too much to buy beers at 5 in the morning. also remember leaving the bar and going "fuck" really loud when i realized it was light out.